Page 10 of Wild Card

“Things are looking up, though. Wait, do you have an omega?” I pull away from his scratchy beard to study his face. “This is an important question.”

He scoffs.

Or snorts.

I’m not sure what that sound is, exactly, but I asked a question I really need the answer to.

“Do you?” I demand as he stops dead in his tracks, staring down at me.

He’s very handsome.

I’d be shocked if he didn’t have an omega of his own, but he’s not bonded. At least, I think I’d be able to pick it up in his scent if he was.

His long, blondish-brown hair falls around his shoulders in waves as his blue eyes sparkle.

His eyes remind me of Rush’s.

They both glimmer when they think something is funny and both have little laugh lines around the edges.

He also smells freaking fantastic.

“No.”

I squint, trying to decide if he’s telling the truth. “Okay, because I shouldn’t be salivating over your scent if you do.”

A strangled sound escapes his chest. “You’re kind of a mess.”

“Yeah,” I agree, shoving my nose back into the crook of his neck.

I know.

Everyone loves to tell me that lately.

Mostly, I’m just tired of my chest aching with a pain I can’t escape.

I’ve heard it from my sister, my friends, the guys on the security team who watched me when I had to leave New York because my sister was in danger.

They all told me that I’ll eventually get over Thorne, but I’m not sure that’s true.

He made it clear that I need to find a pack and move on, but I don’t know how to do that when my skin physically aches with the urge to be close to him.

I’ve never met anyone who smelled electric before. At first, it intrigued me, but the more time we spent around each other, the more obsessed my system became.

And I took any excuse I could find to be close to him.

It felt like the interest was mutual…

God.

My sister is right.

I’m naive and ridiculous.

The cool night air slaps into every inch of uncovered skin as Bear walks us out of the building.

“Shit, I should have called the bed-and-breakfast to make sure someone will be around to let us in,” Bear says. “I’m betting Rush is gone by now.”

“No, please?” My head shakes. “I don’t want to go back there. It’s lonely. I won’t take up much space in your bed. I promise.”